No subject too taboo for the table

Rather pleasant waiter approached our table mid-meal to announce that "he was cut" and that someone else would be serving us.

What? Cut? Surely he didn't mean instead that his shift was ending? If he did, then why did he say cut?

"But he's not bleeding," Gina said, "shouldn't he be getting bandaged up or something?"

"Well, that phrase can mean a lot of things," I said.

He could be off the team, or fired.
Or injured.
Or denied access to money or booze.

"Maybe he's circumcised," I concluded.

The conversation more than made up for the crappy food.

Next week we don't eat out. We're playing drunken wii instead. Should be fun.